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On one, yeah, I’m on one
Bout to run up on yo city when the dawn come
Hittas picking fights, well them hittas picked the wrong one
They could shove it in they **** when the song done
Hittas like, damn, man that too hitta too bold
Now they licking milk out the bowl
Got em in the palm of my hand, in the back of the Cam
When I’m finished with them hittas leave em out in the cold like
Flex it
Yes, I bring the pain to the track then I hex it
Hittas tryna play, but on the seventh of May
Ya hitta bout to drop another, hope they rested
Yeah, them hittas call me Ralph, cuz I wrecks it
Hittas want the brain, cuz they know I poindex it
Yes, I said it's two bachs, bitch, in the arts and biz
And you know I got the beat from Alexis
Martin
Yes, I got the sauce, and it’s dripping from my eyes like a Martian
Out of this world
They ain’t never lift off, but I curl
Got them hittas shook like T and his ice
All ma shit cold, Mickey D with the swirl
Flicked off, now they ticked off
Issa first EP, bout to watch a hitta lift off
Used to eat the cookie, now I got em playing hookie
Cuz they know there ain’t a lot I wouldn’t lick off
Now they barking
Cuz my shit’s too cold, Jack Frost, like I Martin
Got the pen, and it’s sharpened
Yeah, they messing with a bitch who grew up off of 80 Arpent
Yes, I get the D, hittas parking
Said, I get the jack, and I frost like Martin
Hittas got the heat, you could pull up on the street
And you know I zapped the beat, like the mother fucking Martian
Hitta too fresh
Bet that I’m a beast, and I feast on the flesh
All ma bitches get the stacks and they mac, like the chef
Issa Me Too vibe, f*ck a hitta named Besh
Yes, I put em on, like the Ritz, cold like the mits
And them Hittas on the fritz
Yes, I put the sticks in ma bun, repping Itty Bitty Piggy
Got them hittas getting jiggy when they boink to this
I'ma boink the bone, yeah, I buzzed the comb
Yeah, I ain’t talking bout the Saints, when I plug the Dome
Said, a hitta E.T., like he phoned the home
I’m the Leo to Mufasa, like it’s Earl to Jones
Hittas fear ma wrath, like Steinbeck
Keep em on they toes, yes, i gotta keep they mind flexed
East of Eden, cut em off like declined checks
If you think you safe, motherfucker you are mine next
Now they barking
Cuz my shit’s too cold, Jack Frost, like I Martin
Got the pen, and it’s sharpened
Yeah, they messing with a bitch who grew up off of 80 Arpent
Yes, I get the D, hittas parking
Said, I get the jack, and I frost like the Martin
Hittas got the heat, you could pull up on the street
And you know I zapped the beat, like the motherfucking Martian
Tips for Grad, 800 cap for this
Started at the Howl, not the castle, bitch
Fall 2018, moved the tassel, bitch
Cuz I ain’t never get the D’s, just the basilisk
Yeah, I try to keep it humble, but I boasta
Cook em like the roasta, hit it for a bit then I ghosta
Yes, I lit the wick, but I never swish the flick
Said it’s 20 from the Levi, and I -osa
Flexed it, then I hexed it
Yes, I brought the pain to the track then I blessed it
Hittas tryna play, check the seventh of May
Ya hitta could have been the one, but he rested
Yeah, them hittas call me Ralph, cuz I wrecks it
Hittas want the brain, cuz they know I poindex it
Yes, I said she lucky if she getting her associates
And you know I got the beat from Alexis
Martin
Yes, I got the sauce, and it’s dripping from my eyes like a Martian

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